Chapter 890: The Burial Realm

“Do you feel something strange?” Cao Yusheng looked at him.

“Exactly. There’s an aura of the Immortal Dao here,” Shi Hao nodded, growing even more suspicious. Could the Willow God be here? Otherwise, why would he have sensed that inexplicable resonance earlier?

“That’s right. Everyone feels the same,” the little fatty said.

Those with sharp spiritual senses would resonate with this place upon their first visit to the Burial Realm, sensing the traces left by immortals—proof of its extraordinary nature.

“Whoosh…”

A cyan halo appeared around Qing Yi’s body, like a sacred moon emerging, enveloping her in soft, radiant light that shimmered with mist.

“So peculiar. I can feel its sorrow and joy,” Qing Yi murmured as if in a dream, stretching out her delicate hand to touch the cyan halo before gazing at the land.

“Golden radishes, purple jade cabbages… I think I see so many ancient herbs. They must be delicious,” the little rabbit mumbled dreamily, half-closing her big red eyes in utter bliss.

“World Stone, Primordial Chaos Stone, Law Stone… Oh heavens, I think I see them!” The Divine Striking Stone also shrieked, acting as if possessed, darting around wildly.

The Burial Realm was vast—far larger than an ordinary minor realm, spanning several times its size.

At a glance, the mountains stood majestic, the vegetation eerie, with emerald hues interlaced with streaks of blood-red, glowing faintly.

This realm held many legends.

The most well-known was that it had once been a battlefield in the previous epoch, where the skies shattered and the earth cracked, wails of ghosts and howls of gods filled the air, and the blood of countless mighty beings was spilled.

Thus, some regions of this minor realm were barren, harboring annihilating killing intent—nothing could survive if planted there.

Even experts could only linger briefly before fleeing, lest they be obliterated, their bone inscriptions exploding under the terrifying, invisible killing aura.

Yet other places brimmed with vitality, like the scene before them—lush greenery adorned with crimson streaks, as if divine patterns were growing.

This was because the blood and flesh of certain beings, upon falling to the earth, released intense life force, nourishing all things without the chilling killing intent.

Hence, this minor realm was called the Burial Realm.

It buried living beings, battlefields, and the past—beneath its soil lay countless secrets.

“Willow God!” Shi Hao clenched his fists.

“Let’s go. We should explore too. There are indeed treasures here, though hard to find. But if we do, it’ll be a great fortune,” Cao Yusheng said.

Shi Hao and the others had been marveling at what this place held, but after their earlier resonance, they vaguely grasped it.

This was the Burial Realm, where many extraordinary things were buried. Any discovery would surpass imagination.

That sensation had faded—only those entering this land for the first time would resonate, struck by the impact of the Great Dao, creating mutual harmony.

In the mountains, a tribe of strange creatures occasionally glanced their way, eyes cold as lightning, showing no reaction.

Shi Hao’s group avoided provoking them, unwilling to offend. Rumors said even sect-leader-level experts among the natives wouldn’t be surprising.

Of course, such small tribes rarely produced such terrifying beings.

“They look so odd—human upper bodies, horse lower bodies, massive in size, and seemingly very powerful,” the little rabbit remarked.

“Mm, they’re the Centaur Clan. They possess immense strength and are divine archers. Drawing their giant bows, they can shatter mountains, and the strongest among them can even shoot down the sun!” the little fatty explained.

They were a race surviving from the Immortal Ancient Era.

Most of the previous epoch was destroyed, leaving only remnants of certain races in these minor realms, though altered for unknown reasons.

“Ultimately, the races of the Immortal Ancient Era are extinct,” Cao Yusheng sighed.

Those who survived had all mutated.

“One day, will our epoch also face annihilation, where nothing remains? When that day comes, where will you and I be?” Qing Yi murmured.

Through Shi Hao’s tales of the black ancient ship and the borderlands, they learned that beyond the three thousand provinces lay vaster territories and the most brutal battles.

If the borderlands were ever breached, the Upper Realm would descend into chaos.

By then, even immortals might reappear, joining battles beyond imagination.

“If that day truly comes, and the Upper Realm is no more, everything buried, and after endless ages, life re-emerges—how will future beings judge our epoch?”

Such words, accompanied by sighs, painted visions of a land engulfed in war, peerless experts roaring across rivers and mountains, and battles raging endlessly.

Even the faint scent of blood seemed to linger—rivers of blood, mountains of bones would be nothing unusual.

“So, I must do everything I wish to do now,” the little rabbit declared.

“Don’t worry. With me—destined to be invincible across heaven and earth—none of that will happen. Whatever is immortal, eternal, or sinister, if they dare cause chaos…” Shi Hao waved his arm with boundless dominance. “Braised, steamed, roasted, or boiled—as long as they’re not humanoid, I’ll devour them all!”

The first half of his speech drew impressed glances, but the latter half utterly undermined his earlier grandeur.

A stretch of crimson stone forest lay ahead, shimmering faintly like twilight.

According to Cao Yusheng, this was one of the four most famous ancient sites in the Burial Realm, each yielding incredible treasures.

“Rumors say that in one era, Ning Chuan found a sealed living hand bone here, preserved in sacred fluid, its Immortal Dao inscriptions intact,” Cao Yusheng revealed.

This shocked everyone. An immortal bone was a peerless rarity, and one with complete Immortal Dao patterns was nothing short of heaven-defying.

They worried for Shi Hao—Six Crown King Ning Chuan’s acquisition was terrifying. If he truly fused with it perfectly, wouldn’t a single strike from him be an immortal’s technique?

“It’s nothing,” Shi Hao dismissed lightly.

Suddenly, exclamations erupted from the stone forest as radiant light surged, drawing crowds rushing toward it.

“See? Someone found something good,” Cao Yusheng said.

The stone forest was vast, stretching endlessly like red coral, glowing faintly. Since the Burial Realm’s secrets were exposed, countless beings had flocked here.

“What is that?” Shi Hao and the others approached, eyeing the unearthed artifact.

“Heavens, could that be Seven-Colored Immortal Gold?” The crowd gasped at the palm-sized metal, wreathed in mist and glowing with seven dazzling hues.

Instantly, eyes turned greedy, and the lucky finder paled, fearing assassination.

Tension spiked—a battle loomed.

“Wait, no—it’s just Seven-Colored Copper, not the supreme Immortal Gold,” someone corrected, frowning in recognition.

“What a pity!” The crowd sighed.

Seven-Colored Copper was still divine material, suitable for crafting sect-leader-level weapons, but it paled next to Immortal Gold—one a celestial treasure, the other merely mortal, worlds apart.

“With the Immortal Ancient opening so many times, most treasures have been plundered,” someone lamented.

After hours of searching, despite the crowds, no further discoveries were made—Seven-Colored Copper was the only rare find.

“You’ve cultivated the Heavenly Eye, right? Use it to search,” the little fatty urged, his reason for dragging Shi Hao here.

“I’ve been using it, but this place is barren—nothing’s left,” Shi Hao shook his head.

It made sense—after three thousand openings, even with fewer visitors and natives, what treasures remained?

“Let’s keep going. This area is vast—there must be overlooked spots,” Cao Yusheng refused to give up.

Two thousand eight hundred miles later, they reached a massive sinkhole, swarmed by creatures digging or scouring its depths.

“Ugh, these rocks are tainted with strange blood, blocking spiritual probes. Otherwise, we’d have unearthed all treasures,” someone grumbled.

“Why so many strong beings here?” The little rabbit asked a friendly creature.

“Legends say Ning Chuan once found an immortal’s hand bone in this pit!”

“Right, it should be here,” Cao Yusheng confirmed.

The little rabbit kicked the ground, cracking stones and shaking the earth—but nothing more.

No cataclysm ensued, and she clutched her foot, teary-eyed. “That hurt!”

“Careful. Four special sites here fused with powerful beings’ flesh and blood, hardening the earth,” Cao Yusheng warned.

“Why didn’t you say so earlier?!” the little rabbit fumed.

Suddenly, Shi Hao’s expression shifted—his Martial Heavenly Eye piercing the earth to reveal a stunning sight below.

“Did you really find something?” Qing Yi, standing beside him, noticed his change.

“Yes. Something extraordinary—it’s blindingly radiant,” Shi Hao said, his eyes deepening with intricate patterns.

“What is it?” The little rabbit bounded over eagerly.

“Can things from Immortal Ancient survive till now?” Shi Hao asked.

“Impossible. Nothing endures that long,” the little fatty denied, then widened his eyes. “Don’t tell me there’s something alive down there.”

“Correct. There’s a stone chamber with vibrant life runes—dazzling and astonishing,” Shi Hao confirmed.

“Heavens! Ning Chuan took a living hand bone from here. Now you’ve found more—is this an immortal’s treasure trove?” The little fatty vibrated with excitement.

“Quiet. Don’t draw attention,” Qing Yi cautioned.

“I almost hope the Netherworld, Celestial Nation, Fire Cloud Cave, and Ning Chuan himself show up,” Shi Hao murmured.